Faye's POV
My voice shattered against the cavern walls as I pursued the echoing sound of claws scraping stone. The tunnel ahead stretched endlessly, its walls pressing close enough to bruise my shoulders as I stumbled forward. Each ragged breath burned in my lungs while his savage growls pulled me deeper into the darkness.
The narrow passage suddenly opened into a wider chamber, and I burst through, gasping.
What I saw made my blood freeze.
Hardy writhed in the center of the space, his body contorting in ways that defied nature. Violent tremors racked his frame as though something inside was clawing its way out. The sickening crack of breaking bones filled the air, followed by the wet sound of muscle and sinew reshaping itself.
